I am real.
Like a phoenix, I rise to feel
from complicit compliance
to illicit defiance.
To know this soul’s goal
through the burning bush of colored lights
to the wisps of wonder babes hold tight:
that ability
to be and see
more than rationality.
To find relief in self persistence:
that endless signal of resistance.
That detective of habit and vice;
gifted hunter who thinks thrice
and still believes the senses bones carry,
never growing wary
of what seems like contradictions.
The truth doesn’t rely on diction;
only fiction does.
I no longer rely on what was,
but what I am.
And damn,
I rise from fire as the flames grow higher.
I rise to liars to pure desire.
I dare to feel
and I rise to real.
#Prompt #Poem: #Dec11
"I am real.
Like a phoenix, I rise to feel..."
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